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0.5 - His Puppet

Alone. Neglected. Degraded. Fooled. Made fun of. Controlled.

Acceptance was never easy. Repentance cannot be easily asked too.

One heart broke into a million pieces, then pounded once again to feel it breaking. You kept holding on. Loving him as you loved yourself. A close mind with the voices around. Maybe its stupidity. Maybe its love. Or maybe love is just blind and maybe deaf perhaps.

The fantasies you have with him. The daydreaming. The future plans you've made. Hah. They are all illusions. Slowly you believed the voices around you, friends help you out and by then you realized, what was standing before you was a ventriloquist who controlled a foolish girl such as you.

You were a puppet, a toy whom he enjoyed playing around with. What was serious for you was just a game for him.

Confused with what to do next and can't figure out what really is for the best. Screaming and asking for help but why do you seem voiceless?

Staring infinitely on blank space reminiscing the moments you've had with him. Shocked by the tears racing down what once a beautiful image, torn, full of scratches and turned to ashes. Lost in the negativity. Hurt with the reality. Pained with the bitter truths revealed to you.

While alone let it all out with the pouring rain as your companion. On your own soothe the scars that you stabbed yourself. Experiencing different kinds of pain has become a mainstream problem at present no matter its simplicity. It might look weird and stupid but it was never funny.

With these words I catch your attention. Please save me. Save my soul.

Save what is slowly devoured whole. By a man who wants a new toy.